Monday, September 26, 2011
My best friend Sarina died last Thursday after fighting an impossible battle with ovarian cancer. Although she fought with everything that she had she actually never had a chance. Her cancer was aggressive and relentless resisting all chemotherapy and experimental treatments. It slowly took her life piece by piece. She fought because she believed that life was precious and she fought for those who loved her.
It is a very special thing to have a best friend for 35 years. It also makes it unbearable to say good-bye.
I always told Sarina that she was a brilliant light and that this world needed her desperately. I told her that it was inconceivable to imagine a world without her in it. Yet she is gone and the world is going on without her.
Last night coming home from my adopted family, I met a new tenant on the elevator. Actually I did not want to meet him, but he held the elevator as I parked the car.
When I looked at him to say thank you I saw bulges and deep scars along his head and I immediately looked away. He asked me if I had a good day. I smiled and lied saying it was wonderful. He then turned to me, looked me deep in the eyes and said that last week he had the best day of his life. This caught my interest and I found myself asking him why. He told me that last week he learnt that he was still cancer free, six year later. He was literally bursting with joy. So I got off the elevator with him and I told him about my friend who died last Thursday who at the end of her life suffered terribly from brain tumors. I looked into his smiling, victorious eyes and simply said: Please, for Sarina's sake, live your life full and live it well. He smiled. And we went our separate ways.